Fortunately this isn't the case anymore, a mother doesn't have to lose full rights to her child and the father has many more legal rights than they did before. Many states are now into the Fathers First laws. Although some mothers should rightfully have visitation limited for obvious reasons.
My god, Cyan, that's horrible and I'm sad that' happened to you. People will see you in the public eye, see your race your sex, your success in the tech world - and assume: "she's had it easy, white privlege, blah blah ..." At your age, I was growing up with strangely cavalier British caucasian kid (what we African kids called whites then); after my step mother-long story-brought me to Detroit, a formerly 'only child' was introduced to multiple new 'siblings'. In black American culture, they don't acknowledge 'half' or 'removed' relatives. "If you got the same Mama? that's you brother!" Over the years, the cultural yaw was apparent between my African/Briton self and my black American siblings. It was like the Borg. In Detroit. Too many unpleasantries to catalog here! After high school the Marines were an excellent escape for me. When I returned home after bootcamp? my half-brother Kenny tried to test me and attacked me. He was maybe 30, a boozing drifter. But, he was a respected scrapper. I didn't fight him back. For me, it was my newly found sense of USMC honour. For him? "The Marines aint teach you shit, nigga!" (smh) Family can do the deepest, visceral harm to us, I think. I went back to finish 6 years of tours, and BFA from the top art school in Michigan. Never really looked back. I'm an ONLY child, afterall.
Yikes... but good for you for doing the right thing
Fortunately this isn't the case anymore, a mother doesn't have to lose full rights to her child and the father has many more legal rights than they did before. Many states are now into the Fathers First laws. Although some mothers should rightfully have visitation limited for obvious reasons.
And I am so so sorry.
My god, Cyan, that's horrible and I'm sad that' happened to you. People will see you in the public eye, see your race your sex, your success in the tech world - and assume: "she's had it easy, white privlege, blah blah ..." At your age, I was growing up with strangely cavalier British caucasian kid (what we African kids called whites then); after my step mother-long story-brought me to Detroit, a formerly 'only child' was introduced to multiple new 'siblings'. In black American culture, they don't acknowledge 'half' or 'removed' relatives. "If you got the same Mama? that's you brother!" Over the years, the cultural yaw was apparent between my African/Briton self and my black American siblings. It was like the Borg. In Detroit. Too many unpleasantries to catalog here! After high school the Marines were an excellent escape for me. When I returned home after bootcamp? my half-brother Kenny tried to test me and attacked me. He was maybe 30, a boozing drifter. But, he was a respected scrapper. I didn't fight him back. For me, it was my newly found sense of USMC honour. For him? "The Marines aint teach you shit, nigga!" (smh) Family can do the deepest, visceral harm to us, I think. I went back to finish 6 years of tours, and BFA from the top art school in Michigan. Never really looked back. I'm an ONLY child, afterall.
Your treatment was so sad... I imagine to this day you suffer from guilt, But what a brave smart girl You were